Still Grappling...

I think my sense of reality is separated from fantasy. I went to bed last night not really believing that i'm not longer in high school and that i'm almost done with my first year in uni. I woke up this morning with that same feeling, that strange sense of "Shucks, i think i'm growing up too fast." I mean, I suppose it's strange coming from an 18 year old who's going to turn 19 in exactly 2 months, but the last 2 months has just flew by without a trace, that i think i'm still dazed and living in a blur. It's so so strange. Above everything else, I'm going home soon.

*shrugs*

I managed to complete some work last night which i'm really proud of. Haven't sat down and really completed much work in the last holiday week. BUT i reckon the sudden stress on my brain affected how i was feeling this morning. You know that feeling where you just feel like throwing up but you just can't, so you get the shits instead. [i can't spell the d-word] I had the shits the whole morning. Thankfully though, I didn't look pale. Which means that everything's in control. I'm alright now though. All good. I think maybe it's because i'm leading worship on friday. haha. It works out really. Be prepared for more entries of this sort..the pre-worship experiences, always happens. and it never fails.

I just read a really beautiful paragraph out of Robin Cook's book, Sphinx. It reminded me of the fact that I always wanted to go Egypt to see the pyramids, I reckon I better go soon though coz' it just wouldn't be the same when civillisation takes over. I think the place would be so full of wonder, so full of mystery that would make it magical. There's still so many places to visit.

Books help transport me to places that i'll probably never be able to visit=) they're beautiful really.

Cairo 7.55 a.m.

Cairo awakened early. From the nearby villages of the donkey carts laden with produce had begun their trek into the city before the eastern sky had even bleached from its night-time blackness. The sounds were those of the wooden wheels, the jangle of harness fittings, and the bells of the lambs and goats trotting to the market. As the sun brightened the horizon, the animal cars were joined by a medley of petroleum powered vehicles, Bakeries stirred and the air was filled with the delicious aroma of baking bread.

- Robin Cook, Sphinx

I would give anything to be able to wake up to the smell of freshly baked bread covered in rosemary.